LECTURES ON POST-STRUCTURALISM, BOOTY-SHAKING COMPETITION, CUTE COUPLES, AND WHY I CAME HOME HALF SOAKED IN WATER

PART 1

This is the tale of a very strange Saturday night. As I've mentioned lately, I've been in a bit of party hibernation - partly due to the weather, partly due to lack of motivation. Once I get home from work, its hard for me to gather the energy to get back out again! But last night was different - probably because I got started the minute I left the shop at 7.

What is pictured below is an event that a friend of mine began - its kind of like an amateur-lecture night, where 3 people per session prepare indepth lectures of their own topic. The point is for people to share anything that they know a lot about, from celebrity gossip to San Francisco water distribution. Each of these night are hosted at someone's house, and there is always free soup.

(I've known Stoyan for over 4 years, which means we've had a lot of time to work on our photo faces together...)


(Just to clarify, those hands belong to Stoyan & Hope - the best art piece I ever made!)

PART 2

Hope informs us that she is going to be a judge at the annual booty-shaking-competition at the infamous hipster-hip-hop night, booty bassment. I hadn't been for about a year and was under the influence of redbull so away we went. I'm also just confirming, yes I went to a hip hop night. Sure my heart goes straight to noise music, no wave, post-punk etc etc, but sometimes its refreshing to just dance.

PART 3

The infamous boot-shaking contest. Each contestant gets 30 seconds to show the crowd what they've got, up on a teeny tiny stage. They are either greeted with cheers or scorned with boos and an army of thumbs-down. There are three judges that procure their scores afterwards. I should have been content at the sidelines, but I competed last year and am a bit of an exhibitionist and my adrenaline got the best of me. After witnessing a couple of lackluster performances, I knew that I had to go...

PART 4

I didn't win. But let me tell you what I DID do. I ran to the bar and grabbed two large glasses of water. When they called me up and asked me name, I responded "I'm fucking ZANA". Judging from the reaction from the crowd, I knew quite a few of them there. Oh god. The music started, I don't even recall what they played. I turn my back the the audience, raise my right arm up, pour the first glass of water down my back - spin around, shake the second glass of water over the audience - my signature move. The rest of what I did is a mystery to me, kind of like I was posessed by a dance monster. All I know is that I ended up doing the splits (and uh some sort of ass-shake while in the splits) on the platform in my Margiela nail boots and Diana Brinks dress. I may not have won, but I sure as hell pissed some people off and mystified others! I have secret flexibility, I used to be a ballet dancer (and jazz dance and tap dance).

The bus ride home was full of "shit, what did I dooooo did I make a fool of myselfffff why didn't you stop meeeeeeee" but really, I stand behind my booty-shake, and just hope I never see pictures of it.